Brian's NYC

I never used to even see snow, except on the mountain tops far, far away. I went skiing twice, and after falling and hurting my knee (which still hurts from time to time, btw), I gave that up too. I think I might have treaded on some snow one spring break in college while visiting the New Hampshire Mahoney's, but until I moved to NYC, my exposure to the snow was limited. And I didn't mind it!

I didn't write about the snow last year, mostly because there wasn't a lot of it. Ashley and I explored Central Park after a snow storm in late winter last year, but I never even posted the pics on my blog! I'm not the best on comparing present seasons to seasons past, but people seem pretty annoyed at the winter weather so far this year!

The thing about snow is it's pretty until about an hour in, when it starts piling up and mixing with the dirt and mud and grime of the city. Then comes the sludge and nastiness that I have come to think about when I picture urban snowstorms. And on streetcorners, the snow and water pile up so you can't tell how deep or murky the puddles are on the curbs. Fast forward to yours truly almost losing a foot to hypothermia. Last year Ash and I witnessed a baby be sacrificed to the sludgy curb puddles, which was actually quite funny, but also tragic! So what do people do? Salt the sidewalks with chemical salt, which for the poor pups of the city does a number on their paws (take Nola, for instance, who has to wear rubber booties every time she leaves the house. She loves them. Not!). And unless the snow is shoveled off the sidewalks quickly, the snow has a tendency to
freeze over and the sidewalk becomes a literal ice rink, which is even MORE fun to walk on.

I remember being ready for the cold in the height of the summer when I couldn't walk a block without sweating. Now, I can't wait for it! The moral of the story: I love spring and fall!